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Hellgate Boredom

The first few times I've opened the Hellgate London website I believe there was not even in the CG trailer that has excited me so much. The day (Supposed) release in Italy, I went to my "dealer" (as it was once), and found that the three copies that had arrived were gone within half an hour I started wandering a dull and desperate for the capital in search of a box escaped the rat. In reality things were much less tragic than expected: Feltrinelli, a hundred yards from that dealer, he still had plenty (though inexplicably hidden in the store and not on the shelves ... bah ...).

Hellgate London, gave birth to the genius of good old Bill Roper (that sentence could easily strate in one of those dreary articles TGM), aims to revive the spirit and the body never Diablo2 regret too, one of the most games I've 'played over the years. Bill Roper was just one of (the?) Mind (s) behind the masterpiece Blizzard, why the hype surrounding the "title" (Enoch docet) was very high.

A program installed and after 4 days is not particularly frantic game, it will be for the fact that, unlike the Falconer, I made them bugs me to see all (stuck in the wall, crash on tp more 'and more' Sometimes, this description of the disappearance of the blue, objects disappearing and so on), will not yet I am committed to duty, but I do not feel fully satisfied.

What I often say, even after the experience of Titan Quest wonderful clone D2, or Sacred, cloning is just another, is that perhaps reconsider these mechanical properties after 10 years is wrong. Perhaps those feelings, the music I listened for hours, so long that my wife often made fun of me there, that those stages now know by heart, because I liked them in a simple mathematical equation that escaped, since the elements that composed it were due in part to the game as such and elsewhere at the time the game was played.

So last night, once inside the umpteenth passage of this London invaded by demons (theme then I really congenial and reminds me of the good feelings of the dear old DooM) to guide my Evoker graphically spectacular and rewarding, after destroying yet another horde of demons armor, I had seen with regret, with real regret, that I was doing two monstrous balls.

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played football

After snubbed for about 20 years, I returned to the "little game of football" as he used to call in times when the human figure was represented by not more 'than 20 pixels. I did it first with PES6 by training lightly at home in an attempt to break Jean (which I trimmed but a humiliation to find one like I have to go back to my 9 years old when my aunt Stella managed to beat me in a race of machines Triple Action I burst into tears and despair).
Then realized that Pro Evolution is not really for me, although I try to apply it here is that the ball popped out again under the guise of a play so much linear as dopant, "Kicks Online.
won the first test, that of the 500 MB client download 10kbs to the official site (for a moment I felt back in the 90's and I thought the background of windows into ASCII art and Thunderbird become Bluewave), what I found myself in front is the most addictive from my good old Warcraft3, a simulation of street soccer 5v5 (4v4 or 3v3 but also necessary, or even 2v2) to Koren, so full of stronzatine to buy (clothing, sunglasses, hats but also a mustache, beard, Halloween pumpkins to put on the head, etc.), ability to grow and RPG-style action, shittalk the usual Italian and fun, a lot of fun.
Falconieri - as always, I spent the straight - no sleep at night. I obviously do a lot less, but I must say that the prospect of returning home for two to simply kick the ball in a game of 5 minutes is very, very tempting!

One of the things that struck me Kicks Online was one of the patterns to score so I do not say automatically, but certainly easy to get to the door by a "corner" of the penalty kick and the "Del Piero "for instance. There was a game that allows - that is to automatically - On goal from there, good dear old Emly Hughes International Soccer :-)

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Alchemy

recently I draw inspiration from:

- Heroes, the TV series
- The novels of Martin "A Song of Ice and fire
- the anime "Claymore"
- the powerplay to
DnD classic old-fashioned way - the CRPG
Americans - the Japanese CRPG
- Dark Tower



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Q & A

This morning I had to watch some DVDs arrived from London with the gameshow that the company I work for wants to try to produce in Italy. The games are terrible, absolutely on-par with the production our local, but they all taste so "80 years" which I will not be able to place a single one. By contradiction, however, that their being so "retro" I made them almost pleasure. I was attacked by a whole series of memories of childhood when lying on the floor of the Parque home in the evening I saw with my TV. Mike Bongiorno is giving away billions and the brother who will win, Conrad the afternoon and the box of cake that I have always made you hungry, Gigi Sabani making imitations Predolin that he was still young and beautiful and did not think it would end to do telesales, Modugno un'ictus that during "The moon of the well", Tortora, the parrot and the night he was arrested, Baudo and crazy horse who breaks into the studio, Fantasy and that's where they had to find hidden objects and said frantically "up-down-up-down-up-down", Heather Parisi, Don Lurio and Colosseum.
I have reported the same feeling of old video games. Or the "Neverending Story". O "Krull." Or the Lego. I'm a damn nostalgic.

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Darkmoon Farie Milan (15-16 September) - Part Two

The awareness of having almost nothing to do with a bit the other customers' lifts us up, maybe it's a look in the mirror and try to pull himself up by saying "well if you are so good is because not only have this life. .. but we have many other things! (...)".

I make a couple of jumps from parts of the LAN area set up on the opposite side of the hall, I hope that at least one of the 20 machines is running warcraft 3, just enough to say "here! Here I can compete at least a little ' "but to my great sadness is the only game running - obviously - WoW. Back

disconsolate in the Zone tournament while Ben Brode, a boy who competes with the Blizzard, anyone wants to challenge and offers two busterpack if it beats, screaming with baritone "LEEROOOYYYYYY JEEENKIIIIINSSS !!!!".

second round. The nervous kid who happens before I was sorry for having lost the first round. Perhaps he expected to "do well" as they say these parts with his gnome warlock. We start to play and how hectic and unnatural which shuffles the cards in his hand, it is clear that a) single b) does not have many interests. I expect that I reserve the same treatment as good Carl, also seasoned by a touch of congenital antipathy that his face inspired by nerd ... like a bible now impressed with fire in the head, Boris ringing in my ears in the words of mumbles:

"no ... you're not looking bad, you are watching with that facet of his cock .. that .. because you judge 'underneath it if he feels stocazzo "

the boy and I pull for long. It 'obvious that dominates his deck, thanks to King Magni big buddy, but incredibly I can defend myself, gain time with Lay on Hands, but unfortunately succumbs to the end. 50 minutes of the first match does not leave much hope. He obviously took advantage, sideboard various cards, second thoughts, melee as much but he's wrong? We have scant five minutes for the second game. Domino but not enough, and lose the second round for a miserable 1-0 I do not do justice. GiovaneK Falconieri and they too are coming from a defeat and all three disconsolate we do our usual walk around looking at the faces of samples and stendiste.

Third round. Figured with a guy who in spite of 2 King Magni and 2 or more 'Fury does not seem to have understood very well how the game works. Apparently he has not figured since its first My game is solved in a landslide victory, the first one! :) That alone a ticket for me, the feeling of being able to get my deck. The type does not take it too well and although I am friendly and polite as always, he remains a bit 'chilly. The hunter has his good cards, but he has no idea how to really make them work. The game begins with him two tries to do everything we can 'and even more'. I fish badly, and rest a little 'back. I get to slap it all go, that combo in the face and beat me and did not appear to be in my ability to riguardagnare a bit 'control of the board. But sooner or later have to finish them off 'allies sti ... And at one point by the end is always miserable she comes to my rescue, "Lay hands on" enrages the boy (of course, if you print these cards as ??!?!?!?") and gives me a chance to start all over again. Slowly, an ally after ally and with the help of three consacration regains control, and a final assault on my allies pumped Kal'ai Heroic Presence and ending the hopes of the opponent. FIRST WIN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is again a glimmer of hope!
GiovaneK Falconieri and welcome me with a most delicious sandwich that is not there. Unfortunately for their third defeat.

Fourth Round. The boy from the annoying voice that sits at the table has a nice face. Just to to clarify things just opens his mouth he tells me that he just beat Ben "GHEENENNKIIIKNNZZ" and won the two booster packs. Here, I have already figured out how to finish the round 4. He is a hunter himself as the previous opponent, but I trust that I know use a little better. And so it is. From now understand that there is no race. He has total control of the board, it kills me every ally that deposit and does not give me any chance to set up the game. When later I'll see 'one of his three books on the exchange FULL orange or promo cards, I will make a right. The thing that I will do a little 'hate is that monotonous "attack the hero" who, as a chant, is so determined to repeat every time you throw an ally against my Nimaasus. When I do see, has the good taste to stop. 2 to 0 without appeal, off that gust of hope that had risen after precendete match. I'm going from my friends with their tails between their legs. The Falconer and GiovaneK have occurred against one another. The outcome was a 2-1 for K, a result more than fair given the family ties that will shake the demographic and location of the winner:)

fifth and final round. My opponent gym. He has biceps swollen (but not in the way I like it) and a chilling close-fitting T-shirt. It 'friendly but it is quiet enough to talk as we mazzioliamo. He is 60eismo and if I beat is among the top 64 for sure. I'm 70th, and I not at all sure to pass whatever the outcome of the match. But obviously does not pull the oars in the boat and Paladino Nimaasus prepares to clash with the Warrior Gorebelly.
The first game is a landslide victory for him. I also taught a new way to use mortal strike and I thank him without a lip service but I understand that he suspects. 1-0 and see the ugly. He sideboard a bit 'of cards, I do not care at this point and go on like this, faithful to the line. I do not know but that happens to match the two I find myself in the hands of the God Hand. A few stories and sent him home, thanks to an undisturbed Kal'ai that can 'go and see him for three rounds later. He tells me that the deck is playing with whom he has prepared only a week ago, and there even a friend who has prepared two days before! He did not say that my lho finished this morning and that F and K have finished last night. It looks ugly. Unprofessional. Especially since the third match I win the cover 1-1 after the umpteenth Lay on Hands - as always - irritated my opponent so well.

won 3 lost 2!

I could probably do it. More hopeful than ever I do a tour, I look at this time Falconieri resist until the end of time and to exchange a few GiovaneK accompany the paper.

games ended the day one is over. We await the results. GiovaneK falconer and have no hope, I will cultivate a little small. When you hang the paper with a standing I rush. I feel a bit 'like at school when hanging. I watch from a distance but then I feel that the blasphemy Falconieri and says "it's incredible, 65." I know that does not refer to himself, let alone to K. I look at myself. They are 65th. It spent the first 64.

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Darkmoon Farie Milan (15-16 September)

In short we embark in a short work Friday and last minute preparations, I and the Falconieri GiovaneK, full of hope than ever in this sort to Milan to play the first Darkmoon Fair Italian. nubbi With our decks, zero playtest because "so there will be a lot of people who are like us," cards put together almost by accident, bouquets "X", lists copied wrong UDE site and never ending optimism, deep down I do not say we dream of winning something, but at least "about 128 people, to finish among the top 64 ...". Famous last words that might repeat in the 5 hours that separate us from the city's cathedral, but surely all three will try not to think in spite of repeated bad luck pulling that competition will be fierce and we will fight tooth and nail.

The journey never goes away. An hour to get out of Rome and other 6 to get to Milan, but fostering is such that nothing can 'knock down the granite walls of optimism and childlike joy that I built around me. We come now that it's dark, and we are greeted by friendly faces. You should go to bed early because tomorrow we will have wake up to the 7, so that we can stay in Assam, where the tournament takes place, quickly and not take risks with your subscription. But tuning the deck is too tempting and I end up Falconieri and to set our "powerful decks" only around 2.30am.

The alarm clock has a sweet sound for once. The first ring are standing, and leave all three of the house while the world around us seems almost dozing. After
confused with the Forum di Assago Milan Fair, he woke up the Hairy Guy to tell us where to go, and that we came across another group of players who were lost (including the future N ° 12), we reach the Darkmoon Faerie, and we record filled with joy.

me I can steal free t-shirt in less than five minutes, but the atmosphere is so exciting although it is not able to get to 128 members for the tournament, I could not care less. Falconer, and as much as GiovaneK seem rather excited, and waiting for everyone to start, give us a trade and gossip on the faces of the other defendants.

Finally it all starts in a tug of war that does not allow us even to go to breakfast. European judges and participants from Holland, Germany, France and the rest of Europe now give an air of professionalism to the event, but we still can not even imagine what lies ahead. My eyes will be opened by a friendly guy at the time of sitting for the participants' accounts.
All
sit, this cute guy I began to explain "as if alive" ... I ask him if he has already played a few tournaments and started to tell me that last fact in the U.S., can not remember where, or if a place like Los Angeles. I have a block to the stomach. My dream of the "host of inexperienced" begins to crumble and not so slowly. I make the claim "but people there are in this tournament?". He points to some 'people, many of them foreigners who are not here to see Milan, or eat a nice chop, but apparently make these tournaments pitches a sort of "craft" ... previous sample of the Darkmoon Farie of Berlin, national champion in that country, national the other, 2nd place in that tournament and so 'on. I realize that in spite of myself here there are people who study there to play, people who have spent hundreds of euro to prepare for a deck and who know exactly what to expect. The dream of the first 64 will be crushed by the weight of the winner of the last fair, and the words of Rene Ferretti modified if necessary merely echoing in my head

"We have the Darkmoon Farie us break the ass! Found an exit- strategy! I've already done ... "

Soon, my two traveling companions realize that, although fun, the Darkmoon is not even remotely within our reach. The tables full of Bambocci that do nothing but move frantically cards that are holding the three of us begin to create a sense of disorder that we know could culminate in acts of violence. You will see the sign with the first matches and sit at the table with Carl, very nice Swedish boy all smiles and handshakes. He has a blood elf rogue team and I broke my ass in a unique way. E 'but extremely friendly as well as terribly honest. After just 15 minutes of play I can see the Falconieri standing, strolling among the tables. I make him a face like "Well?" and he mimes with his hands 2-0. Forlorn facial expression is unclear who between him and his opponent has got the 0 ... Meanwhile Carl
hits hard, I do what I can, He kindly marks wounds to both of us, so why should mark only mine, and so when soprano, although I'm under a lot, I make him notice that he had forgotten to write down 3 damage. At the end of the match we are great friends, but in 45 minutes, the most I could do was sell dearly in a 2-0 win that makes me realize how limited are my hopes and my deck ...

Falconieri and GiovaneK are in my own stiauzione: 0-2. Here's how our trip and only Milan is only revealed as such: a trip, an outing to see how they play the "big "....


END PART ONE

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discontinuous

I play, I like it, I got even (only) on the 14th level ... but I enjoy it More in Warcraft3 .... is a disease? bah ... My
discontinuity in these games is almost overwhelming. Childbirth as if she knew that will not come from nowhere and I will not have time to "enjoy" the game how it should be enjoyed. And all that time I became claustrophobic, traveling from one city to another boring, reading a quest petulant, responding to a tell should. My chronic anti-social appears in all its glory, and although I like the idea of a game "all together", despite the dawn-made WOW memories as a truly funny, I do not have the perseverance to say "by little by little you're having fun. "
prefer the "dose" of wc3, more 'immediate, more adrenaline, a serum to clear the mind and thought. My drug.

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Lord of the Rings

Ok, I admit it: I was never able to read it.
Both the Hobbit I had caught, charmed and conquered by let me read in a weekend listening to ripezione "In this world of thieves," Venditti (I was young - 1988), so the Lord of the Rings has always been a mountain too high to climb. One of those unreachable goals, but I keep telling myself "someday I'll make it."
But the very name awakens in me memories of past speeches during mass on Sunday morning on what was best rather than enhance 1h polearm, very bad in the play of MERP would kill other people to rob them of what they had, or stories Mallo on top of a mountain to warm up around his pipe under the river burst its banks, Bear or escaping from the library with the massive volume under his arm and the clerk tells us that in the meantime the latest releases of Weis and Hickman. Or
tumulilande of Brea, where I left many Beorning, a spiritual brother of the other. Or the troll that killed me with a critic after 6 rounds, and I thought I survived. O's book illustrations beautiful views sitting on the floor on the carpet, or Adelphi paper edition of The Hobbit.

The Lord of the Rings films is also of Jackson, but those came later. If anything is visually almost Aragorn Indian animated cartoon by Ralph Bakshi, Gandalf comradely arm tightens Saruman in reactionary exaltation worthy of the best Italian tradition destrofila, Lothlorien taste of "strawberry" very '70s. The game for the Amiga that I would have liked to play, but I could never find the original (and it was not possible to play because he had a pirate-game questions, so please stay locked). And for those who never had remember, Odelard the Healer, the great love that paper never forgotten.

last few days has added to the list LOTRO, Lord of the Rings Online, the MMORPG.
I played the beta, and although I find interesting, I did not think of anything more 'without a WoW PvP.
Now I'm in with a pass 7 days (thanks Falconer). And I find it really well done.
The thing that strikes me more 'is that, for the first time, found a massive "romantic"!
There is no grind, just this, and the latter, despite having to respond to the classical patterns of MMORPGs are very well done, well written, invite you to read, to follow that kind of plot that unfolds as you complete the main line, complete with interludes made with the game engine, in a successful fusion of pseudo-single-player and massively multi-player. The classes are not at all obvious, I would say almost for innovative design and the look and feel - oh! the look and feel. Arriving at night Bree and head to the "Prancing Pony" well ...
The first expansion will be a dungeon. They say a big thing. It is called type Mora, Moira ... na thing ... : P (arigrazie Falconer: D).

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RPG Stores

Dragon, a small shop of role-playing games, miniatures and collectible card in my area, close to the end of this month. I went there often, the owner is sympathetic to me, and then I beat him even at WOW TCG ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzoCWdY_Tmg ).
When he told me confess that I was wrong. In fact I had been anticipated by Falconer, but well, I hear from the voice dell'Evil Clerk was different.
It is true that every time I went there the shop was empty and there was he attached to the laptop trying to level his Tauren Druid.
Dragon was (I speak to the past so to mourn), a small shop with two windows, a concrete cube with a little inside 'manuals, miniature instruments and a couple of tables to accommodate those who wanted to play with cards or with wargame. To have him back home was very comfortable, though not often includes manual, it was nice to drop by once in a while and rummage through the shelves, or even order him what I could / I did not want to take elsewhere.
see him close is a little 'bad, because in the end his dream of opening a shop of this kind, it's my dream, and to see a boy my age who can not make it, is a bit' feel the same sense of failure on my skin.
When I asked "why" I replied that of course it is difficult to get such an activity. Even now that RPGs were a bit 'cleared from their niche in the "Recreation for Nerd" and are now almost result, the purchase of the manual is an impromptu thing, done once and then (thank goodness) you play. As for supplements, "people will download it (even though - I might add - the manual download is nothing compared to the printed press, but these are perversions of a fetish of the manual which was bought on ebay all the manuals Rolemaster because they remind him when a boy killing the orcs with his Beorning using the tables of Arms Law ...), cards "to buy on ebay (as I did for a while I even 'time in this part of saving a lot of money) and" with only thumbnails do not pitch. "

I thought a lot about the "failure" of the Dragon and the words of its manager.
always been my dream was to have a "hole", a small room in which to sell all this stuff that is the fun aspect of my life and then takes a good 80% of my life. As De Andre says "you sell it, what do you buy the best?" and my philosophy has always been a bit 'this: what's more' do good work as the seller of the best things that there are: GDR and videogames?
The thought that a business franchise can not make it, then with the support of a chain - Dragon - who is in Italy is worrying, but I tried anyway critical of myself in front of the question.
Dragon was definitely not very "active". In his place I would try to attract people to the store. How? For example, with their card games, which should be a constant and continuous entry. Organizing tournaments or even better, registering with the international tournament circuit. A serious crisis has been to bypass the WOW TCG event that are sure to explode in a few months in Italy, simply sell boosters and starter decks. A
Rome is not yet a shop that organizes matches for the region. If I want to try to qualify for the ladder, I have to go in Campania or in Umbria, to name two places' neighbors. But even ignoring the world of boardgames in my opinion is a mistake. I do not hear about Diplomacy tournaments for a long time (to cite a game between the more 'common) and just go to a little' BoardGameGeek to realize that this sector, especially in Europe but in Italy, is extremely active and for once we see as direct producers (my eyes light up every time I look at the huge huge box of "War of the Ring" on the shelf of my living room: P). Maybe it's my ignorance, but in my area, the center of Rome, there is a meeting point for those who want to play table in a competitive way. Indeed, even with regard to the CG, driven by the frenzy for WOW I am a bit 'rough, is the first place where I found the play in the northern suburbs. O
the GDR: there are never new product presentations, there is no interest (because maybe there?) For the Italian market, nor the will to sponsor the various associations (and those that are there are any) role-playing live. The most you will find a flyer with an email address.

Not to mention the ball game. Now it is true that Dragon did not have the space nor the resources likely, but is totally absent in Rome (or at least I do not I am aware, and that all I do in life you can 'say) of events related to video game tournaments, presentations or something.

Maybe I'm just pulling out of excuses to think that my dream is a dream bankruptcy, although who knows if anything will be done. Perhaps no field today with a store that sells fun, or perhaps the fun of today is very different from how I understand it and some other people. As I

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dettto (I repeat, I know) have always been a regular visitor of the universes and then Blizzard Battlenet and the like.
What you learn while standing on Battlenet is the worst people to interact with Internet users that you can find around. My games in mode of Warcraft3 4vs4 fights are 50% and 50% for the other insults to cover the various idiots I meet.
The types of balls that can be found there are varied, and the analysis that I am going to do now is absolutely part and in no way comprehensive of all categories.
In my eyes the average user is somewhat misfit.

There is normally the beginning of the game finds some excuse to say that this or that are very "gay" and that you never understand a shit of life. Only this really enough for me to start my pro cross over gender / sexuality. Or the idiot portrayed or the game goes down the drain. There

then what he is right and / or Nazi. You understand that by cute nicknames like "888", "duxlux", "Heil" etc, but also by the fact that never, never resist the temptation to shoot in the first seconds of the game, some shit like "Niggers out" " Sieg Heil ", and all the footage that distinguishes these people extremely moderate.

There is also what is very good, but very good at playing, and then starts to tell you how to think about the fact that you wait a second too long before he built the altar, or your crypt fiends its no avail, and that you really are a "noob" and oh my word we have already lost because you really come and play in 4v4 with only 53% of wins? Generally this subject after the game will start talking to the other team saying that he is very strong and if you want to challenge you in 1v1 and it breaks my back, but his team was noob so short he could not do anything etc etc.

There is what he knows very well how to play and asks you for sharing you control of troops and then he guides them ALL, and you choose the skill you use the objects and in fact you stand to watch and if you laments of getting caught by too noob

there instead of what you do not know how, but after four years that the game is out is in its first game, and so has no idea how to play and after 20 minutes I will find that comes with its beautiful 5 grunt while you spent the time to amass Frost Wyrm. If he protests, of course gives you the noob.

There is what takes it personal, and as a beginning of the game was all friendly and you said "good luck, have fun, enjoy, from where are you? Italy, its a wonderful country" etc, when thou thin on the ground begins to put the base in the middle of your mother, your grandmother, your sister, and most people 'has more' and so forth. There

that after you killed four troops already says "GG", and then when you realize that you have 12 right by starting with the classic "noob air farm" realizing you have not created a single anti-air units in the whole game. Usually ends up that if he takes issue with the family.

There is one that has a beginning and an unbeatable strategy game start asking "gold please". And maybe you also from there helmets and all the gold you have to realize after 10 minutes that made mass gargoyles against a night elf.

There is what he has a winning strategy, and when you asked "are you good" told you have an account level 35 solo. Do you realize the shit only when the first battle against the enemy troops to remain both with 3 total. Typically at this point begins to talk with opponents saying that his teammate is noob.

Then there is the one that just is not prepared to lose, and while you're destroying the the main base, with six troops who destroyed the 12-begins to say that in fact YOU have won but that you are not worth a shit while your teammate is too pro to play in 2v2 ...


Given all this, my experience has taught me Battlenettiana a single word against all types of balls. The magic word is "kid." No insult seems to cause greater damage to a provocation with the answer "oh, you're so kid," ungrammatical even his mother tongue. Typically, the idiot is furious and - after we pointed out that he is NOT a kid - most of them with insults' heavy which just say "oh, sorry, I do not mess up with KIDS." And so, even in metasfida the argument is absolutely Battlenettiano GG! Then there

- last category - those who play Warcraft 3 for 4 years, that if you bought on the day of release, which has more than 1300 games on-line and is still a duffer and the tremendous 'that is only outlet is to go on his blog and tell how to manage relationships with Bambocci to Battlenet. Perhaps it's more 'disturbing ...

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GOD MODE

The first time it happened I was playing to "Lock and Chase." Who is recalled first of all with many years on the back and the second then shook his hands with a bizarre joypad controller as a golden disc. I remember that I wandered
this maze and behold, a move I find awkward to move off the screen, with the score of the match that starts to rise dramatically. I watch TV and do not quite understand what happens. Only months after it was read on Games was not clear whether a bug or a cheat to get to reset the score (which was the goal of most of the old old games).

The second time, or better the second time worthy of note, has been with Pool of Radiance.
I had a cleric, I remember perfectly named Alboino, as my first DnD cleric pnp. Even there I do not know what the reason, the fact is that after having made him wear a dwarven city of righteousness, and bringing its constitution to "20", even after removing the objective nice and powerful, good Alboino had gained the amazing ability to regenerate wounds. I'm not saying it was like having immortality, but it certainly helped a cleric who regained her beautiful round every 1-2 pf. I always wondered if the game had expected something like that (in spite of the rules that provide for the regeneration adnd only scores very high up in the first edition) or if it was some kind of bug in that case. The fact is that not steal 'special taste to the masterpiece, and indeed the challenge remains' high.
Then many other cases, some volunteers (= cheat) other random (a bracket that hurled fireballs at Last 7 had decided not to download - good for you and your beloved blond avatar).

The last period of time dating back to last night: Neverwinter Night 2, Act 1, the city of Neverwinter. Arriving home that is already Marne 'Waving a few hours before slashing to right and left, in the midst of killers who want her dead. Join me (virtually behind the keyboard) to our little group of adventurers and we head towards the warehouse, where it seems we are waiting for other killers extremely angry. We go in, having unbelievably funny, and begin the battle ... but ... what do I see?
opponents who just a few minutes before us filled with damage now ... strangely ... we do not do anything??
In place of the damage, many small "0" (zero) will appear over the heads of our heroes. Swept from the face of the earth (of Faerun) thieves and then try to understand what happened.
Nothing to be done, it seems that our group of adventurers has become truly invulnerable.
At the initial bewilderment, following the complaints of Marne, which has lost the fun after seeing that nothing seems to dent our adventurers and my attempts to understand whether the situation is limited to the place where I am, or extended to the whole game, or if you accidentally have the same Marne Toccara some obscure option "God Mode" knows that 'because the dev would have to enter in-game. All the while the leader of the assassins bombards us with vials of acid explosive - without of course do nothing.

Arrive back in different locations already visited, and indeed the story does not change: the skeletons remain astonished in front of the power of my naked chest dwarf. The zombies are even sexy.

Moral of the story, I take a old save game where we are still "mortal" and redo the whole piece, making sure each time it kept my longed for death. Without
but 'not to think about all that can save buggy-game lead, once there I'll put my hands on ....... already I think of all those scripts in such situations should not be possible to win (you really want to attack the king of Neverwinter? ") under this light, and already I'm preparing - with gusto - to enjoy my personal Lord British dead)

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The End

It 's very rare that I can finish a game. When I do I feel fully realized. I have more 'or less the same feeling of "mission accomplished" when I finish a book. Usually the games that I can complete my remaining inside, good memories to pull out every now and then.

The last on the list, actually not very long, you Shadow of the Colossus.
A premise: I have some personal connection fixed monsters and size.
I love, I love creatures great indeed. More than a monster is great and more 'I'm happy. When I speak of a new game, or when I read, the first thing I'm going to look for is if there are monsters BIG .
Size matters much to me. And another fixed
I have is that of water. A monster GRANDE WATER for me is the rapture. "Surface" despite being far from my favorite show, was centered in the middle of my needs.
I fell in love with Asheron's Call 2 when I saw a screenshot with a giant high five times a character.
The only thing that struck me Tomb Raider was the huge dragon that if I'm not mistaken it was the end of the second or third chapter.
When I saw the Dragons Everquest I almost feel that playing a couple of months to get the SNE game was not time wasted. The first time

I happened to see the trailer for Shadow of the Colossus went immediately to the pre-ordained. It did not disappoint me when he arrived, not at all '. Not finished jet, but I faced him at intervals.
The first period was one of astonishment: the new mechanics, graphics, awesome, the dark history.
The second period was that of the challenge: the difficulty of the Colossi, the unraveling of the plot, the boundless world.
The third interval, of the conclusion: the need to know the resolution of the story, along with that feeling of "Impending Doom" which marks the last parts of the game.

arrived last Colossus convinced that once again nipponiche productions were able to blend interactive stories, games and sensations.
Without going into detail about the plot and the resolution of the dispute, the thing that is more 'left over to Wanderer, the protagonist, who calls the horse Argo with her strange voice, are endless meadows. The desolation of green grass is completely empty, with only some small animal that flees at the approach of the rider. In the game there is nobody, except the hero, his horse, the Colossi opponents and the corpse of a beautiful young girl. It breathes peace and solitude. A rare calm. I thought those endless meadows. The deserts, rivers, lakes. Despite the infamous fate, I envied the Wanderer, caught in a cursed land and yet free. Only yet always accompanied by his horse. With a clear mission and painful. What a romantic.

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'm here to talk without having the course requirements, mainly for games, hobbies that cultivate the tender age of 9 years, when a beautiful home that I still remember with amazing clarity, I woke up in the bedroom that Then I shared with my mother and my aunt, to find a box under the tree, with predominantly blue, which contained my best friend, a brand new Intellivision. It was 1983 (although this date is the subject of careful analysis and approfondinta between me and Falconer, with whom he seems to share christmas gift for that year as well as many other things) and I that morning of December 25, I was a kid really happy.

I found this game online so late. The most 'biggest obstacle was the fact that I did not have any money and play online in the past it cost a lot for what I could afford. Moreover, a certain distrust with the little practice with the medium (I remember with great pleasure and satisfaction when it bought a 14,400 modem back in 1996, I managed to install it on its own after a few days of attempts - then there was no Internet to assist free to all) kept me away from online games to about 2002.
The first game I made in my Last Great Love: Warcraft3. Equipped with a mighty 56.6k defied the falconer and Persek in a match to the death. I remember that while the screen is loaded I shook hands, and that as soon as I stood by my acolytes next to the Necropolis had a real dizzy, shortness of breath and pain in the temples. The fact of being there LIVE and challenge two of my friends was not something I was prepared. The most that I happened to Duke Nukem Deathmatch was in office. Completely different story. For the record the massive TowerNoob Persek got the better of both.

say that I was struck is an understatement. Fastweb time after arrival, and then Everquest, then everyone else.
course I play World of Warcraft.
I have a blood relationship with Blizzard. One company that got Warcraft 1, 2 and above 3 and Diablo 1 and 2 above, can not 'not to be my favorite. The hours spent playing WC3 and D2 could have brought me to a degree in Computer Engineering (magari. ..). I therefore approached WOW with expectations. I have to say were fully reciprocated in the first month of play. What then is transformed into VanillaMMORPG is now known by all. When I read that Nicholas' Amman play WoW and made it a boast or QV voice actors and his friends had a guild (a guild of voice actors: I have always wondered what could be combined on TeamSpeak. Deniro apostrophizes that Nicole Kidman: CAST THIS SHIT CARE !!!!) I realized the scope of the operation on Crushridge economic and also the beautiful history of the MMORPG game was really over caste.

I managed to take my warrior to 60 even though the maximum level of the end game that I experienced was being in the teamspeak channel for my guild while doing the raid Molten Core, and I was playing Guild Wars for facts mine.

I wondered what had failed in WOW with me, since that seems to understand clearly WOW sucks and all have failed with almost anyone we've played. Even in-game (I have recently renewed their subscription to see the Burning Crusade expansion), people are disappointed, Scazzi, one might say "but who do you do it to play" (and seen the prices on ebay add: "May I have your stuff? ").
I then attempted to psychoanalyze my position than him, WOW, I watched poor (poor WOW?) from a corner of my house. And after watching so I understand.
not WOW has failed. It 's the MMORPG that has failed me.

Let me explain the idea of MMORPG stride, not so much with my game idea, what with my enjoyment. To be happy I should play 8 hours a day. But having a life. a wife, a job etc.. I do not want and I can not spend more 'of sporadic hours per week. That is totally useless. The MMORPG requires a fusion of the body, full dedication I do not say but certainly committed a constancy (which I do not have anything in) and a set of social characteristics that I do not even match a bit '.

Just a casual gamer even worse: a casual gamer with pro aspirations (as indeed I have aspirations geek). And so I will 'always unsatisfied.

There's just something that fills me with satisfaction with massive online games, delete account. I agree and gate time. The idea to stop and then again to stop and then I create a pleasant coitus interruptus, an extension of unparalleled pleasure. In this at least, the successful MMORPG!

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At first

Pretending To Be A Geek.
"Pretending" because, unfortunately, neither are.
do not know other people who dreamed of 12 years of wearing glasses, but I do.
When someone hands on that VIC20, what I wanted to bring out the most 'of disconnected phrases and syntax error. Yet this was what he stubbornly ridava me back. A nothing worth my attempts to communicate with him trying to forrmulare complete sentences like "soccer game in Rome against Lazio." I was young and foolish, but the weather has brought me great wisdom.
still the heavy books of Visual Basic, Java and C + + lying lifeless and covered with dust on a shelf in plain sight of the house. I am filled with envy when I read about those guys who design software, develop programs, create games, or simply have made the special software to calculate the PF while playing a role.
not belong to that world and yet I'd love to. As a form of term life in a limbo that puts me in the "normal" and yet even in the Geek-dom, hobbles, showing a complacency that I have when I'm talking with colleagues in the office, pretending to an understanding of the complex dynamics that move a packet data via TCP-IP. I pretend when I decant the consultant the state of the router and the degree of progress of the VPN or when the manager asks me to London details of the ports of our server. I pretend when the web service provider says I welcomed the best platform on which to build our website.
pretend, while wearing my shirt from ThinkGeek bought, and I would put myself on the eyes as those heavy glasses blacks, with adhesive tape that keeps them well-glued lenses.

order better to pretend I invented this space. Nothing less "geek" that sort of brought up to strength to blog template (and those who understand the complexity of the language with no formatting or HTML with CSS and some images not resized ????) because Photoshop is a dangerous tool and alien.

An area where a profusion of crap shoot, they can pretend between the thin walls of this house, to really be a Geek, you can proudly wear a t-shirt that says "No, I will not fix your computer" While they were talking on a chat (obviously via mIRC) of programming languages and processors.